Fraiser rushed for Daniel Jackson's side before Jack's call was even finished.

"Watch out, Doc," Jack said, rushing over as well, and joined by the others in the room. "Melony's supposed to be coming, too."

As hard as Daniel had hit, it'd be bad if Mitchell came out of nowhere and crashed into someone. She could kill herself, and them.

Fraiser nodded, and motioned for Teal'c to slide Daniel out of the taped in area, keeping him on his belly, since his back was a smoldering mess. Once Jackson was out of the taped area, Janet called her medics over, and she started working on him. His vitals were next to nothing. His heart was beating, but erratically, and his breathing was shallow and almost nonexistent.

"We've got to get some x-rays and a CAT scan," Janet called. "Let's get him moved."

She supervised her team, holding Daniel's head still as they put him on a gurney – still on his belly, since she wanted a closer look at how much damage had been done to his back. And still there was no sign of Mitchell and Talon.

"Where are they?" Jack asked – no one in particular. His concern and fear plain to see. It'd been too long. God only knew what had slammed Daniel through the wormhole thing so hard. What if Mitchell hadn't made it out in time?

"She's coming..." Brad said, his face pale and his eyes bleak and hopeless, despite his words. "She's got to be..."

..................

Mitchell could actually feel the ship blowing up around her. Because of the crystals and the shielding, Fugly hadn't come apart immediately, but the little craft was disintegrating rapidly, and the heat and the explosive force was enormous.

[GO!]

She took off at a full run, the deck of the bridge exploding up around her, knocking her forward – right into the doorway of her escape device. She felt the death of Fugly as the explosion that tore the ship apart slammed into the wormhole the device created, and was engulfed in pain as the explosion caught her even as she started to dissolve. The wormhole jolted, and Talon had just long enough to worry about where they were might end up when they were suddenly completely swallowed up by the force of the vortex, and then he couldn't worry anymore.

Suddenly, they were in one piece again, and sailing through the air at a breakneck speed. Mitchell saw tables and chairs and something else, but she didn't have time to register any of it. A moment later she crashed into a stainless steel serving cart, and she didn't see anything else. The force of the landing knocked her out, and people started yelling.

..............

Alarms were blaring thru out the base. Jack looked up as he realized these were different alarms than the one that had been pulled at Daniel's arrival.

"Medical team to the Commissary! General Hammond to the Commissary!"

Hammond looked over at Jack, who shrugged. He didn't have a clue. Maybe they were out of coffee?

The medics didn't hesitate. The ones that weren't helping with Daniel all turned and headed for the door, a gurney with them, and Hammond waved Jack to follow them. He'd wait for Mitchell; Jack could go see what was going on in the Commissary. Unhampered by equipment, Jack was the first to reach the cafeteria, and he saw a large group of gathered around a destroyed serving cart.

"What's going-?"

One of the people moved and Jack saw the very messy form lying on the floor, bleeding all over and covered with spilled food and utensils.

"Shit! Melony!"

"She came out of nowhere, Sir," one of the officers said. This one was holding a towel over a nasty gash in the Colonel's shoulder. "Just appeared, and crashed into the cart."

"Did she say anything?" Jack asked, running his hand gently along Mitchell's neck, praying for a pulse, and almost sobbing when he felt a very faint throbbing under his searching fingers.

The medics arrived then, and took in the scene immediately, telling people to get back and give them room.

"Nothing. She just crashed and laid still."

Jack nodded, and stood up, making room for the medics, and took a radio off a Marine's belt.

"Sir? This is O'Neill. Colonel Mitchell just arrived on base – in the commissary. She's in bad shape."

"Received, Colonel. Have the medical team get her to the infirmary, and keep me informed."

Hammond was still watching as Fraiser worked on Daniel. They had him on a gurney, and the doctor was already slipping an IV into his arm. Who knew what she was giving him, but Hammond was praying it worked.

"I'm going to go check on Melony," Jacob Carter said.

Hammond had forgotten he was even there.

"They're going to the infirmary. Just stay out of the way."

Jacob nodded, and left the room, followed immediately by Brad Anderson. After a moment, Sam went as well, knowing that Janet was doing everything she could for Daniel and thinking that if Mitchell was in worse shape than Daniel, Brad and Jack might both need someone with them.

They arrived just as Mitchell was being rolled into the infirmary. The trauma team that had been waiting for her in the embarkation room and had gathered her up in the cafeteria hadn't had time to stabilize her in the field. They knew she was in bad shape, and had simply picked her up and put her on the gurney, already immobilizing the broken legs and arms, and starting CPR a moment later when her heart stopped beating. Luckily, it had started again almost immediately, but they were still watching that carefully, even as they put her on life support.

"How is she?"

Jack turned from the doorway where he'd stopped, knowing that he'd just be in the way and knowing that the doctors didn't have time to argue with him about it.

"She looks pretty bad. I guess she crashed into a cart going pretty fast."

"The explosion probably increased the force of-"

"I wonder if they managed to do what they planned on doing..." Jacob interrupted his daughter. He didn't want to know why Mitchell was hurt, but he would have liked to have known if her mission was successful.

"Who cares?" Jack asked, scowling. He didn't. He just wanted her in one piece.

"Move!"

They all jerked to the side of the doorway as Janet Fraiser appeared, running beside the gurney that was holding Daniel. The doctor was holding an IV bag high, and was already shouting orders to the other doctors around her – although not to the ones that were busily working on Mitchell.

As they all watched, Janet pulled Daniel's gurney behind another curtain, and started cutting his uniform off him. The waiting had begun.